Ever since Genius was a child, he had a love for "gargets." Heh, heh! That's a family joke, from the time when Genius was barely school age, and was trying to persuade me to buy him a phone that he found online. It was from China, and advertised with words like "Hope you have a happy sunshine buying experience," and talking about what a great invention this "garget" was. I figured they meant gadget.
Anyhoo... Genius did NOT get this item, but always wanted the newest "garget" on the market.
Genius and Friend recently bought a beautiful house in Pittsburgh. I will not share details, because Genius is not too keen on being the subject of my rantings anymore. He called me Sunday, from the car, of course, not on an actual phone, while returning from the hardware store with supplies.
"Now you'll have a yard to mow!"
"Yes. That's going to be Friend's duty!"
"Hey, don't they have those ROOMBA thingies that can mow a yard? I'm surprised you don't want one of those. It's a fenced yard."
"Well, they have them, and I looked into them, but they're not that great. Like, they have been known to run over people's cats!"
"You don't have a cat!"
"No, but we're thinking of getting one. But it would be an inside cat."
"Wow. I never thought I'd hear you turn down a garget. You LOVE gargets!"
"I DO love gargets. I just don't trust this kind."
Of course I wouldn't trust such a garget, and it would never work out here with the size of our unfenced acreage. At least Farmer H won't mow over a cat. Then again, how lazy does a cat have to be to lie around and not get up when a mower comes after it?
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